be silent here
in tepid space
laid out to dry
alone,
where comics stand
upon my back
and laugh at break
of bone,
and arms outstretched
to painted love
and sands that covered
dreams,
bend backwards now
in useless show
and leak raw tears
at seams..
so lay i here
in shriveled once
a small and tortured
shell,
in deep remorse
for all i am
and dream sweet dreams
of hell…
